And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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84 | 2016-04-29 03:12:34 | 128.75 | 96% |
70 | 2016-04-27 04:53:34 | 113.47 | 92% |